dreams, where do they come from? <br />a colourful buddha smiling in his <br />shapely flowing robes so friendly <br />on a bed and disappearing into no trace <br />as i come to have a closer look of him <br />an antique i had thought a porcelain wonder <br /> <br />is he the harbinger of the dream? <br />and bed bed bed so many antique beds <br />in so many styles and shapes <br />they look so inviting with their ample space <br /> <br />and the name Mizuko, yes <br />that's the name of the shop <br />and as i am about to leave <br />a woman in err flowing bridal garb <br />i wonder i remember the dream rightly <br />dreams are always such that you cannot <br />remember all <br />and oh yes she comes walking into the shop <br />and as she looks, i awake in another world <br /> <br />the buddha, the beds, the bride <br />the myriad questions that pop out <br />of my head now are a million lotuses <br />that beg for an answer from the heavens <br />with their colourful lustrious wide opened hands<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-where-do-they-come-from/
